Dragon Ancestor, We Must Save

At this moment, the sound of the bamboo slips colliding slightly continued.

King Yingzheng of Qin unhurriedly wrote a pen to the military generals to jointly submit strategic guidelines for their respective responses, from the defeat of Yan State, the marriage between Yan Ce and his son Fusu, and finally the Han Ting rebellion as the imperfection of this war. At the end, everything finally came to an end for the time being.

The vitality of the Yan State was seriously injured, and the already weak national strength was urged by the Qin State, and now it is basically a younger brother. As long as the Qin State has a legitimate reason, no matter what it says, the Yan State has to nod.Now, it is also time to garrison troops in Yingchuan to suppress those arrogant nobles, take advantage of the trend to cultivate for a period of time, and then turn to attack Wei, and harvest all the pieces of Wei.

The only one in the Kyushu world that can contend against Qin is Chu, who is known as a million-armed soldier...

And Qin cannot be defeated. Once Qin has the possibility of being defeated, the nobles of the six countries will take chances, and then give birth to meaningless hopes, and secretly engage in small tricks.

But she is unwilling to use excessive killing to solve the problem once and for all.

It's somewhat contradictory.

At the end of the good report, she understates her poor health. She knows that Wang Jian, who has been in the army since the time of King Zhaoxiang, is not too young. anyone to question.

The simple polite words at the end implicitly reveal that the old man needs to take a break for a period of time to give her a perfect finale, and at the same time, she will be the final curtain call as a commander.

"General Wang Jian is getting old too..."

Ying Zheng couldn't help sighing, as if he could vaguely see the back of the old and rickety, the fathers once dominated the battlefield and dominated an era where heroes were born, spilling their blood to the outside of the territory, ordering Qin Qin under the boundless sky. The flags are fluttering.

The mission is passed on from generation to generation with life...

Before her generation leaves this world, they will definitely be able to fulfill the long-cherished wish of the former king.

Inexplicable emotions flowed quietly in her heart, looking up at the existence higher than the peak of the sky, the outline of the stars and the bright moon reflected in those complex pupils, as if reflecting a faint light.

All of this is like an illusory dream. After waking up from the dream, I don't know how many years have passed, and she will be the future co-lord of the world.

that's enough.

After a long pause, the writing brush and iron hook wrote down the general direction of the strategic goal. As for the next war's coach, it still needs to be discussed.

However, she, who was supposed to be in a state of introspection and diligence, couldn't help but frowned, her long eyelashes fluttered slightly, and she turned her head indifferently, watching the hand that kept approaching her desk quietly grazing Go for a piece of pastry.

"...cough cough cough."

On the other side of the desk, Yan Ce's cheeks bulged slightly, and he covered his throat with a pained expression. As if choking, he quickly walked away from a delicate wine bottle next to the desk, pouring out more than half of the clear liquid in the bottle. He poured it down his throat, and the weird-tasting wine sent the pastry stuck in the middle down his throat and into his stomach.

Casting cold and indifferent gazes on Yan Ce, the young man immediately lowered his head in embarrassment. Seeing that she had finally completed her daily work as a monarch, his nervousness eased a little, and he put the woman's wine bottle away respectfully, keeping the good boy .jpg.

"……taste good."

next moment.

Ying Zheng frowned even tighter, and moved his gaze from the young man to the marks left by the edge of the wine bottle, which almost overlapped with her lip prints. With the hot summer air, the water vapor remaining on the edge of the wine bottle quickly evaporated Not even the last evidence was left.

This is the first time...

Ying Zheng asked lightly, "When do you plan to leave?"

"After you go to bed."

Yan Ce casually flipped through the homework he had finished, and didn't intend to disturb Ying Zheng's daily plan. He promised to answer every question, and just ordered snacks occasionally.

"..."

Ying Zheng was slightly taken aback, followed by an indescribable feeling that if she was going to stay up all night, it wasn't because she planned to stay in the Qin Palace all night.

But isn't this the same as before?

What's the difference.

Yan Ce, who lowered his head and buried his head in the letter, didn't notice the subtle expression on the woman's face. The young man moved his knee a little, and accidentally bumped into the soft knee hidden under the case. He raised his head subconsciously, just in time to meet her. To her calm eyes.

Then, the two of them pretended to be innocent and staggered their eyes, maintaining a somewhat intimate state.

"...When will Fusu and I actually get married, when do you plan to set it?"

After asking this question, Yan Ce inexplicably felt a strange sense of taboo, wanting to marry the other party's daughter, but at the moment, she was in King Qin's palace, her desk, only two people enjoyed their time together in a small space, even There is also the possibility of spending the night together.

How does it feel to start the luxurious development based on the small Huangwen gift package, the taboo pleasure of a comprehensive collapse from ethics to morality?

So, King Qin, what are you thinking right now?

Thinking of this, Yan Ce looked at Ying Zheng from the corner of his eye, waiting for her answer.

Ying Zheng raised his eyebrows, supported his chin, and looked out the window at the hazy midsummer scenery. He was silent for a long time, and his delicate face showed complete indifference.

"Since you know that you are going to be engaged to Fusu, or even get married, why can't you be a little self-conscious? Some aspects are too mature, but some aspects are so naive as a child."

Ying Zheng sighed weakly, and a somewhat complicated smile appeared on the corners of his lips, but the smile only lasted for a moment, and was wiped away in an instant.

The daughter's fiancé visited King Qin late at night, what's the matter?

And this child, originally thought it was just an ordinary longing, but never thought that this child would actually kiss her side face, the most important thing is that she didn't immediately refuse because of a trace of guilt towards this child.

Then, she didn't know what to do with the messy relationship.

Just when Ying Zheng was so entangled that he didn't know how to speak——

suddenly.

The door of the inner room was knocked lightly, and the young servant girl did not push the door open, but stood outside the door, saying in a slightly flustered voice:

"Mr. Fei, please pay your respects to the king. You said earlier that if Mr. Fei visits you, you can't stop him. Now that gentleman has arrived at the main hall."

The servant outside the room blushed slightly because he thought of some terrible shameful scene, and asked, "Do you want to clean up your majesty and His Highness Young Master Ce now?"